I thought I’d start with something cheery. Certain flowers, like daffodils or sunflowers, just brighten the moment — a garden anti-depressant — kissing your face with affectionate optimism and inducing an autonomic smile.
I think I’d be going nuts by now if I didn’t have a garden and I wish I had magical powers to bestow access to a garden (or nature spot) on anyone who is yearning for it and doesn’t yet have.
That said, I hope its healing presence will continue. Climate change feels like it’s escalating quickly and environmental instability is threatening life forms on many levels.
The extreme drought here continues and I’m feeling for the people of Mendocino, California who are running out of water. Our garden is very dry with truncated harvests. The raspberry patch may not survive the year. The birds and wildlife are hungry and thirsty and gravitating to the garden for their own survival.
I also feel for those in the path of the wildfires and smoke. By some luck, our area has been spared most of the smoke, wildfires and heatwaves so far this year.
My heart is also with some loved ones who are dealing with health issues. Myself, I’m still confined to walking with crutches these last two months. I may have a knee surgery in my future. Not sure yet. Needless to say, it’s been hard to keep up with summer gardening chores with a painful knee. I’ve ordered an outdoor electric tricycle for grown-ups. 🙂 I hope it will help me regain a bit of mobility in the garden.
And then there is ongoing unfoldment of the pandemic and the return of some restrictions due to the Delta variant.
For a diversion, we went on a day trip to a couple of towns we like. It was lovely to see some expansive vistas along the drive. But in the towns, most of my favorite shops and cafes had permanently closed. Alas, I came home again with renewed gratitude for the garden (and the little espresso machine).
Though I’m an introvert and generally love solitude, you can probably tell that I’m having my restless days too.
How are all of you doing? Has life gone back to “normal” for you?
Once, years ago, I remember going outside to the garden, and lying down on a lawn cot. Something was weighing on me at the time — I don’t remember what now. The warm sun permeated me as I lay there. I could hear birdsong in the distance. And I felt the gentle wind wash over me and through garden like an invisible wave. Gazing at the sky sparked wonderment, as it so often does. And slowly the knots of the mind rolled off to the side for a rest too. And nearby was a gathering of daffodils, existing in a gentle dance with the breeze. And it was good to just be.
I hope all of you are able to access your peaceful place, inwardly and outwardly! Here’s a walk through the garden.
Until next time….